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[gotgreenmagic]

[Private to McCoy; voice]

Doc...? I lost...

Jimmy's gone. He started it, he just ran off, it's his own stupid fault and now I can't find him. He's gonna get eaten by wolves or something and it'll serve him right for being so dumb.

[And there's a noise that sounds suspiciously like sniffling.]

I need to find him. So I can beat him up for being such a tiny little pain in the neck.

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

"If only." McCoy muttered, pulling out his communicator. Dead. He sighed and put it back, raising his brow to Shego. "Looks like we're going to be at this the old fashioned way." He said as he began to walk, slowly so Shego wouldn't strain her ankle anymore.

"What the hell happened? You drank something?" He asked.

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"Some weird fruit," Shego admitted. "Jimmy ate it first, and when he didn't die I had some too. Then he started..." She made a vague gesture to indicate her currently less-than-ideal state. "So I stopped. S'why it didn't happen as much to me as it did to him," she added, redundantly.

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

"I didn't realize you got your powers so young." McCoy commented as they walked, surveying the area in search of Jim. "Jesus, how old is he now exactly?"

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She shoved at a tree branch that was in her way, then scowled and blasted it into the undergrowth. "Looks...seven or eight or something? He's acting like he's five."

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[hyposprayed.livejournal.com]

"He always acts like he's five." McCoy remarked, pushing a branch back. "At least it won't be too much of a shock."